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fiendishfyre · 19 days
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James at the end of a PowerPoint on why Sirius should f*ck him. A waste of time really, Sirius would do it with just one heated glance thrown his way by James.
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solitaire-sol · 1 month
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Daily Prongsfoot Thought 010
James spends a good chunk of his life not fully understanding how hot he is. I know, that sounds impossible, but consider: He’s spent as much of his life as possible, from age 11 on, with Sirius Black. It’s not like James thinks he’s hideous or something, he knows he was a cute kid, but 11-year-old Sirius Black looked like one of Effie’s china dolls that she kept out of reach once James started walking (and had to repair anyway because, well, James). Once a few years passed, it was impossible to notice that Sirius was already eye-catching, though his early height and generally cool-towards/others attitude meant he was never the type adults cooed over (unlike bright-eyed James, with his big grin). And once puberty kicked in? I mean, James might wear glasses but he isn’t blind.
This never bothered James, though; on the contrary, he was proud! Look at how amazing his best friend is! Damn straight everyone stared when they walked into the Yule Ball! James has no idea that people were also staring at him, because… Well, why would you ever look at anything else when Sirius Black is standing there, all sleek and regal? James is so used to automatically looking to Sirius, often to the exclusion of others, that it seems natural for people to do so, too.
When they finally get together, James will finally experience self-consciousness for the first time in his life, and Sirius will be utterly bewildered to realize what and why. The problem is solved when Sirius resolves to spend the rest of their life telling James how much he loves his toned build, his flyaway hair, his hazel eyes that turn gold in the light, the strong line of his jaw, that firm yet eminently squeezable ass, the way James’ mouth curves into a pout or a smile and shapes itself around Sirius’—
Sirius appreciates every part of James, is what I’m saying, and James returns the sentiment, and honestly, they’re both pretty ridiculous about it well into their sunset years, wrinkles and graying hair and all.
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You cannot tell me this isn't Prongsfoot like you cannot
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lemongrass77777 · 2 months
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James Potter is actually soooo committed to the preservation of “platonic male friendship~” that he fucks his best friend, kisses him, and talks all the time about rescuing him from his homophobic parents so they can runaway together, platonically. They are platonic. And very normal about each other. Definitely not obsessed with each other. Okay. James Potter is a capital S Straight man. He is not in denial.
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jmagnabo92 · 2 months
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Calling All Prongsfoot Fans!
Given that once again, Prongsfoot is filled with posts about Jegulus/Wolfstar or "platonic prongsfoot", I figure it's time to hold a poll and see what most people think is the best SHIP NAME for Prongsfoot in lieu of Prongsfoot.
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thereaderarchive · 5 months
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Comfort
• for @prongsfoot-microfic prompt: comfort (dec'23) | words: 248
It's dark and cold. Always. Maybe some days it isn't... who cares when the cold is already part of him, rotting him painfully slowly... boringly slowly. Today is one of those days he's not even strong enough to change into a dog. There have been more days like these lately... how long has it been already? He could easily give up. 
On days like these, there is not even a smidgen of happiness to scratch. He enters a trance hearing a leak, or the crawling of a bug, or the erosion of the walls -maybe his imagination-. Sometimes he thinks the walls will disintegrate in his sleep and will swallow him whole, the sea will rise too, drinking him in one big gulp. Gone. Forgotten. What a waste of a life.
"You are not a waste, you are brilliant."
His voice is so painfully clear that it seems as if he is still by his side. Sirius keeps his eyes closed, recognizing a memory for what it is. James' ghost spread out on his bed after his mother sent another howler after another detention. The whole school knows how disappointed she is. He feels like a failure and a waste, the disposable son staining the great family line again.
"Shhh... You're brilliant, Sirius, you're brilliant," James used to say, arms around his body, head in the dip of his neck, warm lips on his ear blocking the echo of his mother's shrieks- blocking the dementors and inmates' cries.
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rosemelodyshah · 3 months
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Emancipation by lightinthehallway
This has to be among the best fic ever!
Lemme explain;
When I came back to the fandom in late 2021/early 2022, one of the first fics I loved was this. I didn't have AO3 back then so I saved it (but did lose it), but found it again recently.
I mean it when I say that this fic is the foundation for my James and Potter family HCs. It's nostalgic in that way bc reading it I remember going 'yeah that's James right there' and I still have those HCs and I love this fic for that.
That's to say if you have similar James/Potters family HCs as me, you're probably gonna like this Prongsfoot fic
Summary:
It occurs to James that they’re sitting awfully close together on James’s bed. He's suddenly, acutely aware that if he just inched his fingers a little to the left—the heat of Sirius’s skin is bleeding through his robes, and James’s hands start to sweat. His pulse picks up. His eyes follow Sirius’s fingertips as they comb the hair out of Sirius’s face and settle in his lap, twisting around themselves, and James is seized with an urge to grab them and— —what? What does James want, anyway, that he doesn’t already have? He doesn’t want to do anything to spook Sirius, who’s clearly still—to call him “rattled” would be an understatement. He’s totally sucked up in his own drama right now, and with good reason; he doesn’t need James to suck all the oxygen out of the room like he usually does, especially when James doesn’t even know what he wants. (Does he know what he wants? He thinks he does, buried somewhere deep inside where his conscious mind can’t reach, but he pushes this thought out of his head the instant it occurs to him. It’s not real if James doesn’t give it the time of day, and some things are better left in the night.) xx Sirius moves in with the Potters the summer before sixth year. Tension ensues.
The velpw are the tags and characters the author put on AO3
Tags:
Sirius Black/James Potter, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Dorcas Meadowes/James Potter, Euphemia Potter & Fleamont Potter & James Potter, Sirius Black & Euphemia Potter & Fleamont Potter & James Potter, Sirius Black & Remus Lupin & Peter Pettigrew & James Potter, Peter Pettigrew & James Potter
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James Potter, Sirius Black, Fleamont Potter, Euphemia Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Dorcas Meadowes, Peter Pettigrew
Additional Tags:
Marauders Era (Harry Potter), Marauders Friendship (Harry Potter), Hogwarts Sixth Year, Angst, Romance, Emotional Hurt, Hurt Sirius Black, James Potter Being an Asshole, POV James Potter, Internalized Homophobia, Denial of Feelings, Pureblood Culture (Harry Potter), Pureblood Society (Harry Potter), Unresolved Sexual Tension, Runaway Sirius Black, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Consent Issues, Peter Pettigrew is a Marauder, James Potter-centric
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fiendishfyre · 16 days
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Prongsfoot handhold. 😏 No hand tattoos because believe it or not, I don't always think Sirius has tattoos.
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solitaire-sol · 1 month
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Daily Prongsfoot Thought 009
I firmly believe that James was Sirius' first friend, and that Sirius was James' first real friend. I think Sirius was pretty territorial of James as a result: Remus and Peter knew their place in the Friend Hierarchy and more-or-less accepted it, but it wasn't immediately obvious to people outside the Marauders and Sirius occasionally felt the need to make it known that he, Sirius Black, is James Potter's Best Friend. Sometimes it was through something simple and physical, like coming up and draping himself over James while James is talking to someone else, and other times it was through cutting remarks and just-kidding-but-no-really "friendly" barbs, the way we see him firing off at Remus and Peter during SWM, just to make sure everyone remembers who's James' Most Important Person (Besides His Parents).
Part of the reason James didn't realize that Sirius' feelings for him were/had become romantic is because James was already used to Sirius being territorial in a mostly-platonic way. Of course Sirius likes to lie in James' lap and climb into bed with him and sometimes he takes a little nibble out of James' neck when they're trying to study, that's just a thing totally heterosexual platonic friends do, right? ... Right?
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englishboylover · 2 years
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james *taking the bottle from sirius's hand* : i told you to stop drinking!!
sirius : give it back. you're not my mom.
james : what :(
sirius *sighs* : i'm sorry pls forgive me.
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lemongrass77777 · 2 months
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Sirius is such an icon. He literally just turned up at his “best friend’s” house with practically no warning to stay indefinitely, without talking to his “friend’s” parents first. Then, after they didn’t immediately tell him to fuck off, he started an affair with said friend, their only son, while they slept across the hall. I aspire to be that guy the way Sirius is that guy.
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narcissa97 · 2 years
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Second Year
McGonagall (stiffening): They're here. I can feel it in the air. Dumbledore: What do you feel? McGonagall: Chaos. Terror. Mischief. Flitwick: No no no. It's not time yet. Slughorn (wiping the sweat off his face): I can't do this. I can't go through it again. They blew up my potions lab twice. Dumbledore (gravely): We must. Remember. Stand on your ground. Be brave. We can do it. Madame pomfrey (crying): I can't do it again. McGonagall: We have to! We must! 12 year old James and Sirius busting down the door of Hogwarts: We're back!
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goldenlilium-ocs · 1 year
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juliette-bishop · 2 years
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prongsfootproject · 2 months
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We're thankful for the people that has already joined! Anyone else, if you are interested, don't hesitate to join! This event is about building something new in Prongsfoot fandom, and we welcome everyone! Digital artist, traditional artist, moodboard artist and more! We assure you someone will love what you'll create.
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